#demon king darkiplier

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Welcome Home (Darkiplier x reader) Part 5- A date gone Dark

(TWs: Mentions of drugging,Manipulation, Forced kiss, Yandere behaviour if you squint. Dead dove do not eat I think?)

You entered your room and sat down on the floor, slamming the door behind you. You were beyond upset at Mark, he’d been cancelling out on your get togethers for years now but the moment you did? Suddenly it was wrong.

Mark was allowed to push you aside and replace you as much as he wanted. Merely thinking about it caused you to clench your fists incredibly hard. But no more, no longer were you going to deal with that bullshit. Damien would never do such a thing to y- Wait, why are you thinking about Damien? Your argument with Mark had nothing to do with him. Maybe Mark was right. Going on this date might be a bad ide- Suddenly, a sharp, stabbing pain shot through your head, followed by a piercing ringing in your ears that made you squeeze your eyes shut.. You groaned and held your head in pain, stretching out your legs. You blinked once it stopped, feeling lightheaded. What were you thinking about?

Oh yes, Damien. You felt like you could go on for hours about how sweet he’s been to you. “You deserve somebody who won’t take you for granted..Somebody who could give you the world..” He’d told you. You didn’t want to think about Damien too much, but he just kept invading your mind, taking hold of it with his sweet words or his smooth voice. 

Your foot suddenly made contact with something, a deck of tarot cards. It piqued your curiosity so you picked it up and shuffled the deck before spreading it out. You picked up the first card, turning it over to reveal the seven of swords.

Deception.

You shakily place it down before picking up your second tarot.

The Devil.

The creature in the illustration looming over a chained subordinate kneeling to him. The room felt colder and the strange scar on your wrist started to burn again.

With a shaky hand you picked up your final tarot.

The moon.

Something was lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right time to pounce.

The pain jolted through your body again, and in a moments notice you've suddenly found yourself fully dressed for your date. You take a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of apprehension before meeting Damien. You couldn’t back out on him now. It’d be rude. What was the worst that could happen anyway? 

You entered the restaurant with Damien, taking in its magnificent glamour. You’d only really seen places like this in your dreams or just passing by. Damien pulled out a chair for you and smiled gentlemanly at you while you sat down. His charming demeanor made you melt inside while making you uncomfortable at the same time.

Damien sat in front of you, smiling charmingly while he poured wine for the 2 of you. You smiled at him. “I’m so glad I chose to come out here with you. It really takes my mind off the whole situation I had with Mark.” You said, taking a sip of the wine. It tasted odd and much more..bitter than it should be. You took another sip to confirm you weren’t imagining it. Damien smiled at you. “Of course. Anything for you. I could take you to the places you want to go..” Suddenly, your vision started to blur and you felt drowsy.

Your head started to hurt.

“I can especially take you to the places you don’t want to go..” Damiens grin turned sinister. You quickly shoved your hands into your pockets and made an attempt to call Mark with whatever remained of your strength. Damien stalked towards you. “There is nothing that you, Or he could ever do to stop me. You’re powerless now, little mouse..” He grabbed your chin forcefully and pulled you into a rough kiss. “Don’t worry, mon amour. You’ll never leave me again..” A quiet cry of panic escaped your lips before everything went dark.

[ghiertor-the-gigapeen]

Dandy, classy, dapper

Alt version

(It's a study from this pic by JC leyendecker where half of my art style came from)

[elenavr13]

Heartless (on Wattpad)

https://www.wattpad.com/story/338097028-heartless

Darkiplier x Reader 

Inspired by Renegade by Xscapee & Shadows Lurk by fern_writes_stories

 WARNINGS: Swearing, Gore, Violence

Y/n, who is an infamous thief & trickster known as Mischief by demons, gets captured by the royal guards while trying to steal weaponry. She is sent her to the dungeons to be dealt with at a later time because there was an attempted attack by the Rebellion, a group of humans dedicated to overthrow the three most powerful demons. The King soon realizes Y/n is Mischief & believes she is a part of the Rebellion so he uses this to his advantage. 

Song: City of the Dead- Eurielle 

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

It's me again, could you do the ilper egos (dark,host,heist,Wilford, Illinois,king and Google) with reader who is an forgotten exe (almost similar to sonic.exe) that has Imortality(along with other powers of your choosing) and can transfer from game to game and computer to console?

Dark

“So many souls, so little time~” You mock Sonic.EXE as you look within this entity’s collection of souls.

Unfortunately they’re far too broken for you to take. 

Dark was powerful enough to manipulate the technology you inhabited, able to turn off the game/computer or cover the screen in static to get you to shut up.

Though you just appear through the static and laugh.

You love taunting him and glitching to another device or console if he tries ignoring you

You remind him so much of Anti and it pisses him off.

Host

You can’t take his soul since he sold it long ago to be brought back to life.

Apparently his dealer “cheated” and took his eyesight too.

You almost pitied this man. Such a sad life he had..

Not to mention his sockets were cursed to forever bleed rivers of red, much like that demonic hedgehog.

Although he can’t see what you look like, he knows a lot about you and can sense where you are thanks to feeling static in the air.

So scaring him never usually succeeds.

Heist

He’s already a shapeshifter in a way (ie the Where in the World is Markiplier segment of ISWM 2).

So he declines your offer, which would’ve helped him create perfect disguises and given him the ability to impersonate people down to a T.

“Nah, I’d rather keep my soul thank you very much.”

“Well..you didn’t wanna be found by the authorities, right? I can make you disappear..or make them disappear instead so you can continue your thefts in peace.”

Despite your temptations, he refuses every time.

Wilford

As a “configuration of being”, of course he had to interview you!

“Sooooo you’re like one of those Sonic.EXEs Markimoo used to play back in the day??”

“First off, don’t compare me to that shmuck of a hedgehog or any of his copycats.”

��Ooh, touchy subject, huh? Now where has this bitter rivalry come from?”

“Ever since he made a name for himself on the Internet. Now he’s got an entire cult helping him gather souls! Meanwhile I’m left to rot and gotta settle with whatever souls he hasn’t already claimed.”

Wilford realized he just unlocked some lore(tm) and asks you about it further, becoming more and more fascinated.

You’ve seen his soul and...honestly you don’t want it. It’s too chaotic.

Besides he might “politely” stab you for trying to take it.

Illinois

Most likely did something to piss off the Cult of X (let’s say in this case they view you as a “lesser god”), like stealing one of their relics or old 90s gaming consoles you inhabited.

He accidentally freed you and you attempt to take his soul. But this dumb himbo is like “is my soul the only thing you’re after~?”

His lack of fear confuses you.

You try making him play the game you corrupted in an attempt to drive him mad, but he’s lost.

“How do I move,,can I jump here?? Sorry I never grew up with these video games.”

You move on, finding him boring now.

‘How can humans be so stupid..yet so handsome?’

King

Was probably messing with one of the younger egos’ gaming consoles and you appeared to him.

He almost runs out of the room, but then you make an offer to him.

“We’ve both been..forgotten, haven’t we? Don’t you miss the days where everybody loved you?”

“..I-I mean...yeah?” He slowly turns back around, interested. “But I still have my subjects-”

“I mean the human fans..the very ones that gave you life. Now they see you as a joke, a “running gag” on the channel. But what if I could make them all bow down to you again? All I ask is for one thing in return-”

However he doesn’t get to hear that part as the ego walks in and snaps at him for using their game and he skitters off.

Damn.

Google

You, seeing this glitchy outdated android: "It's free real estate".

He’s seemingly a perfect vessel for contacting humans with. So you take control of him for a while.

Unfortunately it’s not an easy transfer as his eyes immediately bleed oil everywhere and the security software eventually kicks you out.

Of course, since he contains no soul you find no point in being around him.

But from time to time you’ll slow down any updates he has or use Bing as a vessel to mess with him.

You annoy him a lot by hacking his computers, jumping from one device to another to impede his work.

[snowydoesthings]

@sourcejunkdrawer and i had the best idea. i'll reblog with the end results, and perfect moments.

[inkribbon796]

Alea Iacta Est Ch. 2: The Still Hourglass

Summary: The hunt for Dark’s newest spawnlings is on.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

King was dead to the world, completely asleep when his phone began to ring, the custom ringtone of the chorus from “I Love Myself” by the Wannadies playing.

Grumbling in anger, King blindly fumbled for his phone and answered it, “Fuck you, Ills, what time is it?”

“Seven,” Illinois answered over the phone as King dragged his hand across his face. “Look, I wouldn’t have called if I couldn’t find Host, Dark’s got more spawnlings, I need help finding them.”

“I’m going back to bed,” King decided.

“No! Kay, please,” Illinois begged and that was what started actually waking King up, Illinois really sounded that desperate. “Dad’s not doing well, I need to find them.”

“Okay, okay,” King reached over for his glasses, starting to accidentally signal to Lunky that it was time to get up and the spawnling started screeching. “I’m up, just buy me a coffee.”

“After this is all done, I’ll buy you whatever the hell you want,” Illinois promised.

Across the other side of the Egoton portion of town, Mark, Amy, and Ethan had already gotten up.

It was foggy from a rare summer cold spell. They were having an earlier day than usual since they were scheduled for an earlier patrol later.

They had their dogs with them and were talking about random topics while on a run in their normal clothes. Or at least Mark was shit talking and Ethan was shit talking to him back. Either way it was a calm morning.

Then Spencer stopped almost dead, tugging the leash as he stared down the street. The dog began growling, Ethan could physically see the hairs on the little shepherd standing up.

“Ethan?” Mark slowed down but he was still a good twenty feet away from him with Amy and their dogs. Chica was whining and Henry was just staring silently at the same direction Spencer was growling in.

“I don’t know, he just stopped,” Ethan looked around for any trouble. He saw what was wrong a bit too late. There was a patch of darker fog creeping towards him, about the size of a small mountain bike, much bigger than how he’d started out as a dinner plate sized cloud.

Spencer had smelt him but Ethan didn’t see him coming until the spawnling pounced.

A flash of aura, coated in words moved through the group and the dogs were suddenly gone, back home and fully rested and fed after their walk. But their owners didn’t move with them.

Ethan suddenly became aware that it got hard to breathe. Mark and Amy ran over to try and help Ethan when they were jumped by similar aura clouds, Mark trying to fly out of the crowd but he felt something almost pin him in place.

After a bit of a struggle the fog began to get burned away in the morning summer heat and the three heroes stood there, pushed to the back of their own minds.

“That was way more difficult than I thought it was going to be,” Mark heard himself say.

Ethan heard a bubbling laugh come from his own throat, “Let’s split up and see who can cause the most damage. I bet it’s me.”

“Eat shit, you’re on,” the demon controlling Mark spat and immediately turned tail and ran, Amy watching them both run off in different directions before the demon used her flight to take off into the sky. The Host watching the three of them go.

What most heroes woke up to was chaos. It didn’t take long for them to realize that, one, it was Silver and Crank causing the problem; and, two, they were being controlled by demons.

Not that the pair of demons let themselves get caught. The trio of demons had already been going crazy consuming aura before they took their bodies. The death troll had already risen to ten before the heroes’ bodies had been hijacked. Now things were getting worse with a super strong hero who could fly and one who could turn invisible being controlled by demons.

Marvin ran out with Chase in the hopes of finding Silver because Crank had gone invisible and some accounts said he had slipped into the river and was refusing to be drawn back out. Bing was on the hunt with Oliver and Logan to find Crank.

But it was Illinois who had joined the search with King who found one of the trio first.

“What do yeh mean there’s a third one ‘a these fookers?”[1] Marvin demanded, his voice coming over King’s communicator.

“There were three of them,” Illinois explained. “Just don’t kill them, let me trap them and—”

Illinois paused as he watched a woman walk towards them, cautious and careful.

The adventurer froze at the cloud of aura around her, the spawnling was already so much bigger and more powerful than when they had escaped the Manor.

“Might have found one, Marv, call you back,” King warned and lowered his communicator.

“Hey,” Illinois greeted.

“Hi,” she smiled back. “Where’s the pink one?”

“You mean Wil?” Illinois asked.

The spawnling had Amy nod, “Yes, I like his aura more.”

Illinois smiled in triumph and took out one of the pieces of chalk, laced with Dark’s aura, that he used to open up portals. “Alright we’ll just head back home and—”

Thick black and white aura began to cloud around the demon’s human host, a threat, “Not so fast.”

“I’m not doing anything wrong,” Illinois started trying to move in front of King. “I can take us back to the Manor, you can calm down. Both of them are there.”

The spawnling was quiet before dropping her host, Amy falling away and crashing to the ground in a semi-conscious daze. The spawnling still looked like her, her outfit part white and part black,

“You got a name?” Illinois asked.

“Tempus,” she introduced, stepping away from Amy as the hero began to shakily pick herself up. King moved slowly to get to her and pull her away.

“You okay?” King began to whisper as Illinois drew open a portal and made sure to show it led back to the Manor and he walked through first, Tempus following him into the Manor’s entrance hall.

“Okay, you know where the other two are?” Illinois asked her.

Tempus gave a noncommittal shrug, looking around the Manor.

“I’m trying to keep them from being killed, I would appreciate a little help,” Illinois barked at her.

The argument was cut off before it could even begin as Illinois heard Dark and Wil arguing as Dark was coming down the stairs.

“For the last time, I’m fine, I’ve been asleep far too long,” Dark dismissed, his aura curled protectively around him.

“At least grab something to eat,” Wil insisted before the two of them saw Illinois and Tempus. “Oh, hello.”

“We’re still trying to find the other two,” Illinois told Dark as he walked over. “They’re causing a scene all over town.”

“I noticed,” Dark told him hesitantly. “Hello, my dear.”

Tempus was extremely hesitant about approaching him, as if he’d strike out against her. An action Dark had neither the heart nor drive to do now that she held her own sentience, and Wil’s aura still was palpable amidst her own.

“Sweetie?” Wil rushed over and picked her up, twirling her around, before setting her back down and cupping her face gently in his hands. “You’ve gotten so big. It seems like just yesterday you could fit in the palm of my hand.”

“They separated this morning, Wil,” Dark reminded sharply. “Your name, my dear?”

She smiled at him, “Tempus.”

“And where are your siblings, Tempus?” Dark asked.

“I saw them a little bit ago, but I don’t know where they are now,” Tempus admitted as the group heard an audible gasp from the top of the stairs.

The four of them saw Yan, leaning over the railing of the stairs and staring at Tempus. When Tempus looked back at her, Yan ducked a little bit.

“Yan come meet your sister, Tempus,” Wilford cheerfully introduced.

Yan came down the stairs nervously ducked behind Dark, who was eyeing his new sister carefully.

There was a little bit of tense silence as Yan peeked out from behind Dark. “Can we be friends and have sleepovers and makeovers?” Yan asked Tempus.

“Well see,” Tempus allowed but smiled at Yan. Yan’s eyes got all big and hopeful.

As the situation defused, Illinois walked over to Dark and began debriefing him on the current situation.

“—and pretty sure we’re going to have to fish the other one out of the river,” Illinois concluded.

“Right, the sooner the better,” Dark agreed, and threw open a portal.

Illinois, however, caught the fact that his hand was shaking as he did so. “No, you should go back to bed, I’ll take care of it.”

“I’ve been in bed for far too long today, stay with your father,” Dark walked through a portal, and Illinois followed him before he could close it fast enough.

“What are you doing?” Dark demanded.

“Staying with my father,” Illinois didn’t break eye contact. “If you’re not going back to bed, like you should, then neither am I.”

“I shouldn’t be in bed, I don’t need to sleep,” Dark scoffed defensively. “I am fine.”

“I’m not going to watch you almost die again,” Illinois told him.

“If I died then I was too weak to handle it in the first place,” Dark scoffed.

“No it’ll be because you pushed yourself too far, why can’t you just let us take care of you, Dad,” Illinois ordered.

“I am not your father,” Dark spat, his mental walls coming up.

“Then who is it? Because it sure as shit isn’t Wil!” Illinois shouted in anger. “He was never my dad, it was always yours!”

Dark’s next words lodged in his throat, and with his already weakened state, he couldn’t stop his blue soul from reaching out for Illinois.

The effect was almost instantaneous, the adventurer felt the impact of such overwhelming emotions that it immediately brought tears to his eyes. The burden of pain, loss, fear, longing, and the need to never let go.

Illinois reached out and pulled Dark in for a hug, the Entity trying frantically to pull his blue soul back into compliance. He wanted to reach out and destroy something, to point to it and warn everyone that he was still dangerous.

But the only thing in his arms was Illinois, and his mind stalled.

When Dark could finally get the soul under control, or at least not screaming in his mind as much, he found he had a new problem, Illinois’s aura was latched into his. Even as Illinois started to pull back, he held on, “You know, even if I was calling Wil “Dad”, I am allowed to have two dads.”

“Stop,” Dark told him, realizing that his own voice was choked up, instinctively looking around to see if anyone was watching them. Thankfully the answer was no. “Don’t give me this so it can get ripped away.”

Illinois leaned back so he could look Dark dead in the eyes, “You’re my dad, and nothing is going to change that, I promise.”

Dark held onto Illinois’s arm, trying desperately not to get even more, impossibly, emotionally attached than he already was.

He was failing. Miserably. Happily.

Illinois smiled again and Dark couldn’t help but get a little hopeful. “Come on, let’s go find those two runts before they get themselves killed.”

With that Illinois led Dark away as they followed the sounds of chaos.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Accessibility Translations:

1. What do you mean there’s a third one of these fuckers?

[trappedofficial]

Trapped chapter 3: pages 33-36

After some incredibly hard work, determination, and TONS of sparkles, the Trapped Team is back with another absolutely astounding set of pages!!! The level of difficulty and detail in these pages is something to be appreciated- I'm so honored that the team was passionate and gave it their all when it came to making warfdice feel special!!! We hope you enjoy this set as much as we did creating it ^^

Thank you to @/mythicalmeow on amino for character shading page 33!!

Thank you to @lumenzoomen for character shading page 34!!!

Thank you to @justmemojito for character shading page 35!!!

And thank YOU dear reader, for all the support!!! Jfckxkckkckx I can't thank you guys enough for sticking around to read the series!!

@markiplier @fischyplier

[sarah-kings]

I thought I could upload the comic soon, but there have been small problems that caused me not to be able to post it so soon after all.

Therefore I will post some drawings of mine that I drew once.

It's the second page in my sketchbook and in case you're wandering why there is a huge grey spot in the first picture, then it's because these two characters were looking alike the ones I used their reference from to make them, therefore it's as if I copied someone's entire work and I won't post them because of that.

All the other characters either are OCs from my story or fanart.

The theme I used on this page was demons.

Please only share/like/reblog, so that people can find the source of my content and find more more on my blog.

In the meantime stay tuned, because I still will get to work on my Unus Annus comic and post it as soon as possible.

[was-once-just-a-hopper]

The Assassin and the King | Darkiplier x Reader (Part 3)

Requested on Quotev by GetJazzyOnMe

~~~

“Well, I think that went well,” I said, walking out of the ballroom, straightening my dress.

“Well? YOU THREATENED A COUNCIL MEMBER!” Dark roared. I rolled my eyes.

“And I earned the respect that I deserved. End of story.” Dark gave you a curious look, calming down.

“... You really are something special, aren’t you?” I winked in response and walked away, heading for my room. I felt Dark staring after me.

Back in my room, I tossed the heels I was wearing onto the floor and yanked off the dress, putting back on my other clothes. A maid walked in on me changing and squeaked an apology.

“I-I- m-my apologies, Madam,” she stammered, averting her eyes. I pulled up my pants and leaned against the bed frame.

“What is it?” She flinched.

“His Highness has requested that you have dinner with him tonight, so it’s my duty to make sure you’re dressed appropriately.” I puffed out a sigh.

“Alright, what fancy dress did you have in mind?”

~~~

An hour later, I headed down the stairs, led by the maid. She took me to the dining room and held open the door for me, closing it behind me, leaving me alone with Dark. He had his back facing me, and he was straightening the dining table. He turned around and grinned at the sight of me.

“You look amazing, my darling.” He said smoothly, walking over.

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” He was wearing a well-fitting suit. “That outfit suits you.” Dark sighed and shook his head, but smiled anyway.

He led me to the table and pulled out my chair for me before sitting in his own seat.

“I wanted us to dine together so we could have some alone time.” He said.

“Alone time, huh?” I took a sip of my wine. “Well, whaddaya wanna talk about?”

He shrugged. “Well, what was your occupation before you stumbled upon my world?”

I hesitated. Did I really want to tell him? It’s not like he could tell any of my enemies, and I kind of trusted him. I sighed. “I was - well, still am - an assassin.” Dark’s eyes widened slightly.

“Ah. Was that “criminal” you killed...?”

“One of my targets.”

“I assume your job is the reason you don’t feel safe without a weapon on you at all times?”

“Correct. You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve been targeted.” We were interrupted by a couple of people bringing in the food. Dark waved them away, eyes trained on me. He set his chin on his hands.

“How many people have you killed?” Huh, he’s genuinely curious. I laughed.

“Honey, that’s not a number I keep track of. Probably somewhere in the couple hundreds, though.” Dark nodded. The truth was, I kept careful track of that number. It was way higher than anyone was comfortable with. But it was my job. “I’m sent after people in many different worlds.”

“That portal you came out of...” Dark began.

“I have a device that allows me to do that. All part of the job.” I explained briskly, poking a fork at my food.

“Did you mean to come to this world?” I shook my head.

“I was trying to lead my target to a different world where I would have the advantage, but he knocked it out of my hand and it landed against the rock, and the coordinates were skewed. I hit the button anyway and we tumbled through the portal and ended up here.” Dark looked thoughtful.

He traced a finger around the rim of his wine glass. “Maybe it was meant to be.” I glanced up, my eyes locking with his dark ones. The corner of my mouth lifted into a half-smile.

“Maybe.” I found myself saying.

Suddenly a guard burst through the door, bloodied and bruised.

“Your Highness!” He gasped. Both of us stood up quickly, my hand hovering over the spot where my gun was hidden under my dress. “A-An intruder was spotted in the courtyard! Armed!” Dark pointed at me.

“Stay here and protect her.” He boomed. He swiftly left the room to go investigate. The guard nodded and headed over to me, taking out his weapon and looking at all of the entrances. I hiked up my skirt.

“M-Madam, what are you-?” I yanked out my gun and his eyes widened.

“I bet you’re a good guard and all,” I said, cocking it, “but I know that I’m a better shot.” He nodded mutely. The two of us stood there, eyes flitting from door to door, waiting for someone to attack.

A crash made us both whip around, and someone dressed in all black lunged through the window, a gun aimed at us. The guard immediately moved so he was in front of me. Sensing it before it happened, I grabbed the guard by his shoulders and yanked us both out of the way. The bullet pierced the air where we’d been standing half a second ago.

Back on my feet, I raised my gun and fired a warning shot at the guy’s shoulder. He jumped out of the way and it hit the window instead with a loud crash. The guy shot at me and I rolled out of the way, one of my heels tearing the end of my dress.

“Stupid-!” I grimaced, kicking off my heels and jumping back up. The guard charged at the guy and got shot in the side. He crumbled to the ground, but not before hurling his spear at the guy. The spear was able to hit him in the side of the arm, but it didn’t do much.

“Run, Madam!” The guard groaned. I ignored him. I was in a standoff with the guy, both of us aiming at each other.

“Who are you?” I growled.

“I have been hired to assassinate you, fake queen.” He hissed in a strange accent. I heard the main doors behind us being kicked open but didn’t dare turn around.

“STOP!” At Dark’s voice, the assassin fired. Before I could move, I was tackled to the ground. I hit the floor hard and looked up in time to see the assassin shoot at the guards, backing up towards the window. I aimed and shot three times in three different places, calculating his next moves. While ducking out of the way of one bullet, he ran straight into one and fell to the ground, where the last bullet was able to hit him straight between the eyes.

I sighed and laid my head down on the ground, feeling my heart beat like crazy in my chest.

“[Y/n]! Are you alright? Are you hurt?” I looked up and realized that Dark was the one who tackled me. He was hovering over me. After a moment, I started laughing.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine...” I sighed, putting a hand on my head. “Man, that was kinda fun.”

~~~ Requests open!

[incorrect-youtuber-ego-quotes]

Jim: Hey, Dark?

Other Jim: Darkiplier?

Jim: Darkest of Darks? King Edgelord?

Other Jim: Dark the dabber? Dankest of demons?

Jim: Darkimoo? Sweetie shadowkins?

Other Jim: Dark, ma’ duuude!

Dark: This is why I want death.

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Behind the door (Darkiplier x reader)

(Requested: No)

(Description: Your fiancè, Darkiplier has a strange secret room and you have no idea what might be in it..)

You walk through the long and winding halls of the castle, finding a strange door with multiple chains and locks on it. You hadn't seen this room before..But why was it locked up so tight? You suddenly heard footsteps accompanied by the tapping of a cane and you quickly ducked behind a wall. Dark had something under a large cloth as he approached the door. He unlocked it and went inside, this was your chance.. You quickly darted into the room and hid behind another wall. Dark placed the clothed item on top of a small stone pedestal attached to the floor and ripped the cloth off, and what you saw made your blood run cold..You covered your mouth and stared in horror at the horrified expression of a petrified man. Dark placed a plaque at his feet and stared at the statue blankly. You looked around the room, noticing different plaques and different people. All of them holding a cracked contract in their hands. You stayed frozen in place as Dark turned his head in your direction. "Whats wrong? You look like you just saw a ghost!"** He said in a mocking tone. "W-What did you do to these people.." You asked shakily, staring into his cold eyes. "These are all the people who couldn't repay their debt to me..And so I did what I had to do. Dealing with the devil is a risky buisness my darling." Dark simply responded, exiting the room without another word.

[ghiertor-the-gigapeen]

Dark's not complaining tho

[darkmagic-sweetheart]

Newest art of Darkiplier is finally done! It feels like it’s be forever since I did the sketch for this drawing. This piece is titled Fallen Angel because it is inspired by the show Lucifer. I just got done reading some fun theories about Dark so I think know is a perfect time to post this!

Here is a link to the speed paint as well. It includes a few little references: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fN_XFxxdDLo

@markiplier @darkiplier @darkplier

[endersketch]

Sketch Dump: 10.20.17

[ijwrff]

UWU

I have a good idea, how about a Yandere King Darkiplier and a Yandere King antisepticeye sharing a prisoner reader?

You make this idea into a oneshot or anything you want.

Sorry I have been reading a lot of Yandere King x Reader fics.

Their status of Kings is more implied I hope that's okay! Mentions of castles and status being about as far as it goes. I loved this idea though, so happy to write for it! I haven't read many yandere king fics...I should change that XD

Word count: 1,152

Somewhere along the line, you began going to a certain place every night when you fell asleep. You’d be falling asleep one moment, then the next…a vast expanse of nothingness. 

Each night was uneventful, walking around looking for…something. It didn’t feel like a dream either, you could feel your arm if you poked it, and walking for a while would make your feet and legs sore. 

Sometimes it felt like you were there for days, but then you’d wake up eight hours later. Other days it would feel like minutes, but again…you would wake up eight hours later. 

Tonight, you laid down as usual and spoke to yourself before completely falling, “Let my dreams be eventful tonight, I’m sick and tired of nothing.” And you succumbed to your slumber. 

God…the phrase “be careful what you wish for” had never rang more true. 

When you opened your eyes you were back in the same emptiness. But something felt different…you felt like you were being watched. Something was in here with you. 

Thinking it was just a dream, you laid down on the floor and yelled out “Come and get me!” You didn’t have fear in that moment, but when the feeling of being watched grew too strong, you heard a voice. 

“Run.” It said, but it didn’t sound like one singular voice, it sounded like two. Speaking in unison. 

That word made your blood run cold, and you found yourself getting up and sprinting into some direction. These beings…they would hurt you. And everything felt so real in this dream, you didn’t want to know what it felt like to be at the mercy of these beings. 

It had to be hours…or maybe minutes. But soon you felt worn out, you couldn’t keep running for much longer. It was terrifying, the thought of being caught by whatever was out there. You looked back many times, but never saw anything. If anything, it felt like you were running on a treadmill, not making any progress. And whatever was out there was sitting and watching in amusement. 

You heard a voice, one that sounded far from human, “Should we stop them? This is just pathetic.” They were talking about you. 

“I suppose we could. I’m getting bored of this anyways.” A second voice came. 

This stopped you in your tracks, and you turned in every direction trying to find where the voices were coming from. 

“Come on then! What are you gonna do to me?” You called out, still turning to try and find the source of the voices. 

The hair on the back of your neck stood up and you felt a hand wrap around your throat. 

It turned you, and you were faced with two men. However…men didn’t really fit. They looked far from humans. One with a large slit on his neck with a green aura around him, the one holding you by the neck. The other has two colors emanating from him, blue and red. 

After a moment, the green one lifted you up with a single hand, and you used both of yours to try and remove the hand from around your neck to no avail. 

“What exactly do you think you’re doing in our domain?” The voice cracked many times, and sounded both amused and annoyed. 

You coughed, and couldn’t get any words out. 

The thing threw you to the ground, and the other looked unamused. 

“Speak. Now.” The one dressed finely said. 

Another cough, “I…I don’t know. Every night for weeks I dream of being in this place.” 

A cackle left the green thing’s throat as he spoke, “Dream? Far from it babe. You’re in the void. A plane of demons.” 

You felt fear in that moment, even more so than being lifted by the throat. “D-demons? Plane?” You scrambled up, and the green demon stepped closer. 

“Tch…don’t play dumb. You’re clearly adept in magic to come to our void every night.” He stepped closer and you took a step back. But for every step backwards you made, he made two steps forward until he was standing over you. 

He nearly grabbed you again, but the other stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder, “Anti…come now. We want answers, and clearly this person doesn’t have any.” 

“Shut your mouth Dark! It’s not often we get a human in the void.” He glared back at the other party. 

Dark rolled his eyes at Anti’s outburst, before looking back to you, “Perhaps…we could keep this one. For a time. Figure out how they were getting here.” 

K-keep? “I…just wanna wake up.” 

Anti flicked your forehead hard, and it made you flinch. “We could keep them…in my castle.” 

“No, it will be in my castle.” Dark said, locking eyes with you and gave you a smile that would have been endearing were they not talking about “keeping” you. 

Anti turned around, agitated, and shoved Dark. Dark did not move, and looked to Anti unamused. 

“Very mature Anti.” He looked directly at the other demon, “My cells are far cleaner than yours. We wouldn’t want to cause our…guest…to become ill from the conditions in your own cells.” 

You pinched yourself, hard, but didn’t wake up. 

The other two beings noticed this and chuckled. 

“Fine,” Anti resolved, “Your cell. But I’m coming to interrogate them. Or…just give them the kind of company they secretly crave.” And he looked to you and smirked. 

It only made you recoil from the touch even more. But despite not wanting anything to do with these demons, Anti grabbed your arm roughly and you were transported to exactly what they mentioned, a cell. 

Stone walls, a toilet, and a firm bed. Though it seemed…clean. Maybe you got lucky not going to Anti’s cells. 

Wait…what were you thinking? LUCKY? TO BE IN A PRISON CELL? 

You looked around you, and saw both Dark and Anti standing just outside the cell. 

Dark spoke up first, “Now…little pet. You’re going to stay here with us until we learn all of your secrets.” 

“I told you! I don’t know how I got here!” 

Anti scoffed, “We know that much. You seem too frazzled to be a good liar.” He leaned in, making you recoil to the far side of the cell which only made him snicker. “We want to…get to know you better. As it were.” 

Dark straightened his tie, “What he means to say is, we don’t often get someone so…appealing, in the void. We’re going to keep you for a long time, until we know everything about you.” 

Anti cackled, “And don’t worry about escaping or dying. The things in the void don’t die unless we will them to. So if we have to resort to alternate means to get information from you…we won’t hesitate. So it’s best if you cooperate.” 

Tears fell down your face…

Something tells you that you won’t be waking up from this “dream”.

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It’s Not Rabies, It’s . . . Ch. 3

Summary: Lunky gets to meet some more of the family.

A/N: This was a suggestion-request from the anon Nightfall on AO3. Which resulted in this story and since this one was getting a bit long it inspired a bit for the Visitation Day on Sunday which will be a lot less angsty.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

Chapter 3: Meet the Family

Bim was on stage when, apparently, Dark had contacted Wilford, saying to come to the Manor when they both finished up at the studio.

Which Dark tended not to do unless it was something serious. Usually he ordered Illinois and Yan to jump at his command.

But Wil took him home and they found Dark’s office empty. Which was strange because all his important meetings with them were in there.

There was talking in the living room and Wil quickly poked his head out of the room and let out a delighted gasp.

“Now who is this delightful little configuration of being?” Wilford threw open the door and Bim followed more hesitantly.

Bim stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Dark with a child in his arms. He looked at that kid and he could feel his hackles rising.

“Hello,” Wil leaned in close to the child, bracing his hands on his knees. “Are you lucky number seven?”

The spawnling screeched at Wil.

Wilford chuckled, absolutely delighted. “Is that so?”

The madman looked up at Dark with a huge smile, “Their hiss sounds a bit like your echo, Darky.”

“They’re Kay’s child,” Dark told Wil. “Their name is Lunky.”

“Really?” Wil’s enthusiasm didn’t dampen, he clapped his hands on his knees and stood up to look around. “Where is that boy?”

“Hey dad,” King smiled and waved at Wil from where he was sitting in an armchair.

“Congratulations my boy,” Wil moved to his side to clap his hand on King’s shoulder. “Who’s the lucky partner I’ve never met?”

“No one,” King told him. “I got stabbed by a soul splitter and almost died. It gave me a kid instead.”

“That sounds fake as shit,” Bim told him.

Lunky made a little screech.

Wilford roared with laughter, “Learn quick, don’t you?”

King surged up, “Are you teaching my kid to curse, I have to deal with that later.”

“Kid’ll learn sooner rather than later when Anti shows up,” Bim defended with a huge smile on his face as King stomped over to him.

Before King could shake or punch his younger brother, Dark spoke up, “Let’s not Kay.”

The animal magnet threw his arms up in the air, and glared at Bim, “Next time I get you alone you insufferable brat.”

Bim gave him a sharp toothy smile, “Try it Dolittle.”

“Bim, if you keep antagonizing him, you might not win,” Dark warned.

“So to clear the air, this is my nephew?” Bim asked, walking over to the spawnling who maintained eye contact with Bim and both of them began a low warning growl as Bim approached.

“Bim,” Dark warned, shielding Lunky with his aura. “They’re not competition, leave them alone.”

“That’s not why I’m growling,” Bim growled defensively.

“Then why are you growling?” Wil chuckled, leaning his elbows on the back of the couch and resting his chin on the palm of his hands.

Bim glared at Wil before huffing in frustration at Lunky.

“To answer your earlier question, no Lunky is not your brother. You were, to quote Beauregard, a “creation of pure science” and since I killed the other scientists it’s not happening again anytime soon. Besides there are already six of you, and you are all grown adults. Having another child would serve no purpose.”

“I could get a sister,” Yan called as she ran from upstairs with a binder of colored squares and started holding the colors up next to Lunky’s face. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some quality girl time around here?”

“I don’t control that,” Dark reminded her, neither he nor King moving Lunky away from her.

“Come now Darky, we’d get to have another angel running around the house,” Wil pouted.

“That’s what grandchildren are for,” Dark reminded.

“Yes but we have to give them back,” Wilford frowned sadly. Then he seemed to think about that. “We could not give them back.”

“Dad, I am right here,” King reminded. “We don’t live here.”

“A shame,” Wil commented, then he held his hands out. “May I hold them, pretty please?”

“Just don’t kidnap them,” King allowed.

Dark passed Lunky over to Wil, Lunky made an unhappy screeching cry and tried to hold onto Dark’s coat.

Wil chuckled, “Don’t worry, I’ll give you back to him.”

Lunky was suddenly very quiet, going completely limp, their eyes large dark orbs as they started devouring Wil’s aura.

“What a little delight,” Wil smiled. “Can they talk to animals too?”

“No, it’d be so much easier if they could,” King sighed.

Dark walked over and lessened the spells keeping Lunky 3-D and they popped back into their actual form. Wil almost dropped them but Dark caught the spawnling.

Lunky quickly stretched onto the wall and started investigating the room.

“Huh,” Bim commented, “weird gift, do they sleep on a drawing of a bed or an actual bed.”

King let out a bubbling, uncomfortable laugh, “They don’t.”

“What? Sleep?” Bim asked.

“Yes,” King answered. “I’ve barely been sleeping.”

Dark pulled a scroll from the Void and passed it over to King, “This is what I used to use on all of you.”

Looking Dark dead in the eye, King said, “You are the best, if this even works half as well as it did on me.”

Dark smirked at him.

The conversation kept going and Bim went off to hunt again and Wil raced off to the attic with Yan to find something. Leaving Dark, the Host, and King alone with Lunky in the living room. The spawnling seemed to be resting but King knew it wouldn’t last and he would actually go to sleep.

Lunky was resting against Dark’s shoulder, still a flat image, and Dark was just sitting in one of the armchairs, watching them rest.

“You know,” King commented. “When they’re like this, I kinda forget they can be an absolute nightmare.”

“Hopefully that spell works for you,” Dark replied.

“How long did it take Bim to start talking?” King asked. “We came in when he was already talking and walking.”

“We got Bim when he was eight months old, he was walking before he started talking. Wil accidentally said the word “fuck” and that was his first word. I was furious. He started talking when he was almost two. Lunky is a little bit more developed than Bim was. However, Bim was completely artificial.”

King made a face that showed that he wasn’t too reassured by those words. “Okay so should I be doing something?”

“The Host should suggest that there is a strong possibility that Lunky could never be able to fully speak,” the Host warned.

The room went quiet.

“Is that caused by something in their aura?” Dark asked.

“It is something within Lunky’s nature,” the Host reported. “There is a possibility that the Host is wrong, but the Host doubts that.”

“Okay,” King said.

Dark frowned, “A large portion of the heroes can sign, you and Illinois can sign, so can I, Wilford seemed to be able to read his mind. Communication shouldn’t be an issue. It would be a shame if we wasted their time and sanity trying to push them to communicate in a way that makes them uncomfortable.”

“Yeah,” King was very quick to agree, taking in a huge breath and nodding, looking more resolute by the second. “I can talk to birds and dogs. Humans are just another animal, right?”

“Some more so than others,” Dark offered as a barbed comment.

King looked nervous as he looked at Lunky, “I just don’t want to hurt them. I want them to be happy and safe.”

“You’ll do fine,” Dark reassured.

“Because you raised six kids?” King tried to smile.

“Well experience certainly helps,” Dark smiled. “But I meant to say that you won’t be trying to raise this one in secret like I did with all of you.”

“How did you manage that, anyways?” King asked. “We went to Disneyland one year. Dad broke an entire rollercoaster and killed fifteen people.”

“I used the Anomaly to perfectly replicate areas we wished to take you,” Dark answered. “I even replicated police involvement to keep your father entertained.”

“You absolute ass,” King cursed. “You took us to bootleg Disneyland?”

The Host chuckled at that.

“I will have you know it took a full year to investigate the entire park, including how character actors and crowds reacted,” Dark defended. “Did you expect me to bring Wil, Bim, and Arthur to an actual theme park and have nothing happen?”

“Fair,” King grumbled, and then groaned as he checked his phone. “Alright let’s get back to the base.”

“Before you leave,” Dark held up his hand and a necklace with an eye design on it. It swirled with a myriad of colors. “Something I had to learn the hard way. Spawnlings require aura to survive and grow. Like physical activity for a human. Their own will not feed them. So you have a choice: human or demonic aura.”

“To eat?” A pit formed in King’s heart.

“Yes, a new spawnling can strip all the aura from a human and render them a hollow, dry husk, matured demons have more control over it,” Dark warned. “What would you like to feed your child?”

“Uh, how do I get demon aura?” King asked apprehensively.

“Well now that depends, either an older, more experienced demon can donate their aura to a younger one, helping that spawnling grow stronger,” Dark explained. “Or you could kill a lesser, weaker demon and take all their aura to make oneself more powerful.”

That alarmed King instantly. “Demons can actually die?”

“Not from a single hit or even a volley of hits, killing a demon is a drawn out process but if the lesser is significantly weaker and the other demon is significantly stronger the fight is almost not fair. I have to kill some upstart every couple of months who tries to wander into Egoton thinking they can just take over. Typically I can just run them out and if they’re smart they won’t come back, other demons not so much. Why not put all that energy to good use?”

“O-Okay,” King allowed.

“I figured you would side with the humans so I took the time to mix my own aura with another demon’s that I recently subdued,” Dark told him. “At Lunky’s current appetite this should last him a couple months.”

King moved to put on the necklace but Dark stopped him. “Try to avoid putting it on, we wouldn’t want Lunky to associate you with food, now would we? You have far less aura than I do.”

“Right,” King pocketed the necklace and King took Lunky back who was upset to leave Dark’s arms and aura, but was quieted when they were given the necklace to chew on. Wil and Dark said their goodbyes. The Host took Lunky and King back to the base.

A calm settling back over the city.